Well, it’s not like I post poetry every Friday. But still and yet, here’s a poem for your Friday. From me to you. Enjoy. I bring it back from Deception Pass. We spent last weekend there. Three days with no clock, no schedule, no washing machine. Just the light. And the birds, the rocks, the […]
Author: Nancy Schatz Alton
Kindness Wins
I keep thinking about the idea of how kindness wins. Years ago when my kids were young — maybe one in early elementary and one late preschool — my best friend from childhood visited us. Afterwards we texted each other with lists of what was transforming about our time together. My friend said she noticed […]
Filling in at the Preschool
Well, poetry month is over but I’m still smitten with this form, of course. How’s that for a sentence with too many words? I can’t resist fitting words into a poetry format and sharing them with you. Instead of a rambling essay today, I’ve read some Faith Shearin for inspiration and written this. Since February […]
Loving My Mom
I keep thinking about a writing prompt I read recently. It was actually a call for writers to write about what their mother taught them. Oh, a loaded question, right? Because the prompt had those funny ideas that aren’t really funny. Such as, did your mom teach you to mix a perfect cocktail? Let’s laugh […]
A Good Day
Some mornings I am all need and I want someone to take care of me instead of me taking care of my kids. But I pull it together with the coffee my husband made for me. I make eggs for myself and make myself eat them while I pull together lunches and pull my children […]
Fatherhood!
This poem snuck up on me in many ways. Someone had popped it up on Facebook for me to find. And then I was excited that it was about fatherhood. Then I was reading and saying oh yes, oh yes, and that too, yes. By the time I got to the last line I wasn’t […]
Gathering Words
My week is filled with deadlines and children with colds (home from school to gather rest and extra love). Still, I stray from the task at hand to sample the poems up for poetry month at The Rumpus. I’ve brought one back for you today. Search for why I chose to include it in my […]
The Old Familiar
Hello again. It’s been a few days, and I keep wondering what poet I should post here. There’s not much left of April, and I can’t let it play out until I post a poem from Naoimi Shihab Nye. I love her work. I read it when I feel a deep ache and I can’t […]
Words that Soothe
Poetry is my balm. Sometimes I think the only thing that will be left after I am gone is these words. And not just my words, all the words I have loved written by others. Or even just single words, uttered by the ones I love during our discussions about the words we love. Epiphany. […]
Beneath the Waiting to Be Cleaned Kitchen
Poetry Month is full of gifts. Like yesterday, I found out The Rumpus is publishing a poem every day, and it looks like it’s an original poem every day, too. How wonderful is that? Here’s a poem they published a few days ago by a poet I have never read: Daniel Priest. How excellent is […]